Thank you. [ Ah, sweet boy. Cocky and chattier than a disciple of Gusu Lan, was his first impression of Mo Ran when he asked to ride Xichen's sword months ago, but now he seems more like one of Sizhui's bold friends from the other sects.

His smile only wavers for a moment when he brushes off his seclusion,
not wanting to make the whole affair a burden on their pleassnt conversation. ]

It's a long story. I will return down the mountain when the time is right.

[ When his grief is not lessened but better controlled. ]

I don't have any direct disciples of my own but as sect leader I have a responsibility over them all the same, especially when their own masters are absent. If it is not too forward or offensive to you, and you believe your shizun would appreciate the effort, I would like to look out for you while we are all stranded in these ever-changing realms.

[ He cocks his head, not without an amused twitch at the corner of his lips. ]

I do the same for my nephew, if it eases any concerns you may have. He is a little younger than you.